Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 10:50:51 GMT
We open to a sound stage. There's a Pollomania backdrop set up and the lighting is just perfect for an old school promo. Into the scene walks Papa Nurvy himself. He's dressed in a classy pinstripe suit with a matching mask. In one hand is a lit cigar. In the other is a glass of scotch.
"So Al Nova, huh? Never heard of the kid but I bet he's ferocious. He'd have to be. I mean, look at me. I'm a genuine behemoth, the last true giant of professional wrestling. And this kid, he willingly signed a contract to step into the ring with me. I'll give you props kid, you got balls."
Nirvana smirks, takes a puff of his cigar and then a sip of his scotch.
"Something tells me you're missing the point. I could tell that when you started making jokes about an irrelevant nineties grunge band. The only thing grungy here are my ex-wives. And like my ex-wives, you're gonna be divorced when bell time hits. Divorced from success. Divorced from professional wrestling. Divorced from making money."
Papa Nurvy takes a huge hit from his cigar and then releases the smoke slowly, watching it as it fills the air around him.
"Talk a big game about chopping a baseball bat in half but realize this - inanimate objects don't fight back. Men however? Men do, Al. Not only am I going to fight back, Papa Nurvy here is gonna show you exactly what old man swag is all about. It's about scorching the land and leaving nothing standing. It's about giving it your all and then, later in the evening, going out with a beautiful woman. Which, I might add, I have plenty of."
Nirvana finishes the cigar and tosses it off screen.
"You wanna see what I got, huh? For thirty plus years I've been doing this, son. You know the deal. We come out and exchange words about how we're going to win and what we're willing to do to win. So let me just say this - you won't beat me. You might pin me, but beat me? No, you won't have that satisfaction. I'm not a man that can be broken or beaten. My pride and my ego, they're here to stay. Shatterproof, invincible even. Just like my legacy."
"But can you pin me? That's the real question. Who has more drive and conviction? Which of us has what they need to take the win and move on to greater things? One of us is conditioned to it. The other? Well, he held a belt two minutes. Good work, by the way. Go for five minutes next time and maybe you'll win my respect."
A slight smirk.
"Give it your all kid. Stand up. Fight. Give me a reason to knock you down, I'm begging you. Give me a reason so that I can show you how to..."
Nirvana holds his arms out wide.
"Embrace Nirvana."
"So Al Nova, huh? Never heard of the kid but I bet he's ferocious. He'd have to be. I mean, look at me. I'm a genuine behemoth, the last true giant of professional wrestling. And this kid, he willingly signed a contract to step into the ring with me. I'll give you props kid, you got balls."
Nirvana smirks, takes a puff of his cigar and then a sip of his scotch.
"Something tells me you're missing the point. I could tell that when you started making jokes about an irrelevant nineties grunge band. The only thing grungy here are my ex-wives. And like my ex-wives, you're gonna be divorced when bell time hits. Divorced from success. Divorced from professional wrestling. Divorced from making money."
Papa Nurvy takes a huge hit from his cigar and then releases the smoke slowly, watching it as it fills the air around him.
"Talk a big game about chopping a baseball bat in half but realize this - inanimate objects don't fight back. Men however? Men do, Al. Not only am I going to fight back, Papa Nurvy here is gonna show you exactly what old man swag is all about. It's about scorching the land and leaving nothing standing. It's about giving it your all and then, later in the evening, going out with a beautiful woman. Which, I might add, I have plenty of."
Nirvana finishes the cigar and tosses it off screen.
"You wanna see what I got, huh? For thirty plus years I've been doing this, son. You know the deal. We come out and exchange words about how we're going to win and what we're willing to do to win. So let me just say this - you won't beat me. You might pin me, but beat me? No, you won't have that satisfaction. I'm not a man that can be broken or beaten. My pride and my ego, they're here to stay. Shatterproof, invincible even. Just like my legacy."
"But can you pin me? That's the real question. Who has more drive and conviction? Which of us has what they need to take the win and move on to greater things? One of us is conditioned to it. The other? Well, he held a belt two minutes. Good work, by the way. Go for five minutes next time and maybe you'll win my respect."
A slight smirk.
"Give it your all kid. Stand up. Fight. Give me a reason to knock you down, I'm begging you. Give me a reason so that I can show you how to..."
Nirvana holds his arms out wide.
"Embrace Nirvana."